Best Rising Tide Poems

Sometimes I believe you
to be a vision, fading,
only a reflection of the
warmth I used to feel.
Today my memory of you
locked away within a
clenched mind, like...

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I strain against the rising tide
    But I find no solace there.
My only hope for some success
    Is to...

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Old Poet, His Art And Why He Composes Til Death Sings

With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open...

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Strange shadows on these coral walls
stay hidden from the setting sun, 
yet creeping through the shafts of amber light
drag behind them to the high parapet
a...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise...

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I look forward to that rising tide
The current has never been so low 
That we sail in style so calm
Rest deepens without panic 
The tweets...

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We are as similar as opposites can be
He's short and puny, I am gangly
He barks when he's happy, angry or sad
Yes, he's my dog and...

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sparkling  dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky   above
oh  endless the huge...

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futures cavort below the horizon
  an expectant dawn glows, duly announcing the first born arrival
  tomorrow then forward smiles, feeling good
  half...

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There is a melancholy in the air
And an emptiness deep inside
A flux of emotions overwhelm me
Rushing in like a rising tide

The sun scintillates the breaking...

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A dream in tune with waking world,
meanings grasp conscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned,
beautifully poised and perfectly timed.

Lucid dreamer weaving webs,
create rising tide that never ebbs,
perihelion pendulum...

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The evening's soft wind is warm,
yet cooling
I looked out across the gray wet sand,
from my usual stool
Between my eyes and the horizon,
I saw her standing...

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Still drowsy with sleep
an autumn morning stretches itself
out along Williamstown beach
and settles with barely a breeze
to break the water's mirrored glaze.

You sit and take in...

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(Intro)
Psyche watched from behind blue eyes 
as Flesh stared at the mirror, 
the look upon the face was grim, 
the heart was filled with fear.
...

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 What a glorious thought of being created a little lower than angels on high.
We have been blessed at birth to do what we choose,...

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